On the first day during my trip to Vermont I had wanted to find Northfield Falls. I’d seen a couple of shots of these falls online, but not many, so I wanted to try for myself. I used Google maps to try to find them but it led me to the middle of a street, families sledding in the fresh snow. I was given some odd glances as I drove around the block twice looking for an entrance to the falls without success. I gave up as the light was slipping away and planned to try tomorrow.
The next day I arrived back at the Northfield bridges and asked a local how to find the falls and I was told that Hurricane Irene had destroyed them some years back. Being a little skeptical I decided to scout myself. I walked along the river, by the rail tracks and after about 10 minutes could hear the rush of water. I could see the falls through the trees down a really steep embankment. At this point I tried to consider going back across to the other side but there would be an obstructed view. After some deliberation I looked for the less steep part where there would be some trees for support and made my way carefully down. Half way down I lost my grip and slid a third of the way on my butt. I used my tripod as a crutch and made my way to the bottom and walked along the cliff edge to the falls. Glorious sight!
The snow was coming down and blowing around so I needed a good supply of wipes to keep my filters dry. I took a lot of shots but thought I would need to revisit. This was the shot from my first trip down. I came back two more times, the last day at sunset. I was happy and fortunate that the only clouds in the sky were behind the falls, coloring nicely on a frigid, January evening.
Then back to the car to defrost and drive back home.